Jelas's body swayed slightly, and his body and the surrounding space shimmered like the heat of a summer's day. When everything settled again, three identical copies of Jelas stood in front of Ji Ai'er.
"Let's see how good you are at dodging. Can you last until the very end under the fire of envy? What will that pretty little face of yours look like once it's scorched?"
Countless white dots appeared in the air, and as the heat intensified, the ground also began to turn red.
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Just before the trigger could touch the position that would fire the bullet, the finger stopped exerting pressure.
Dejir smacked his lips and said coldly,
"Miss, if you continue to aim your claws at me, I can only blow a skylight open in your head."
